[in progress]

May 16, 2008 23:26

Title: CRAZY TIEM
Characters: Black Jack, Kadaj, maaaaaybe open if anyone wants to drop in XD
Location: Black Jack's office (HERMIT)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: In the rustle and bustle of the pill mix-up, something seems to have gotten into the doctor's morning coffee...
Day/Time: Day 55

This did not look good. )

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ilymother May 16 2008, 16:50:02 UTC
Kadaj hadn't been doing much, aside from hearing screaming and crying from the stupid pill mix up. People who were new had an excuse, but the people that had been here for a while should have known that their medicines looked different. Luckily, he hadn't taken his when he got it that morning, but since he didn't, his symptoms were getting worse and his arm was throbbing again.

The screaming in his head just wouldn't stop, no matter how much he wanted it to.

THUD

His head jerked up at the sound, vibrant green eyes blinking slowly before he hurried towards the sound, stopping near the door and eyeing the number curiously. Black Jack. When was the last time he'd even seen that doctor? A long time ago, probably.

He shook his head and grasped the doorknob, twisting and pushing the door open afterwards. When he saw the state the room was in, his jaw dropped, his eyes widening a bit before he looked down and saw the doctor on the floor, quickly rushing over to kneel next to him. ``Doctor?``

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kazama_kuroo May 16 2008, 17:02:56 UTC
His head hurt.

His head really hurt.

He tried to focus, but all that accomplished was making his headache worse. Lights flooding his eyes, he groped the floor blindly. The coffee. The coffee...

Amidst the roaring in his ears, he faintly heard the sound of footsteps coming his way. He froze.

"Doctor?"

They're coming to get me.

He tried to stay calm, but his heart was beating faster and faster.

"Who...?"

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ilymother May 16 2008, 17:08:51 UTC
The younger male frowned at the state his friend was in, his good arm lifting so he could carefully place a hand on the doctor's forehead. He was warm, but he wasn't sure if it was bad or not.

He shut his eyes for a moment, wishing that he knew what was wrong. Though, when he glanced back up, something caught his eye. A broken coffee cup.

What in the world. . .? Kadaj blinked once more, almost moving to get up and go clean it up, but he stopped when he heard the other's voice, looking back down at him again, a light smile crossing his face.

``It's me, Doctor,`` he paused, shifting a little before attempting to get the male up into a sitting position. ``It's Kadaj.``

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kazama_kuroo May 16 2008, 17:20:03 UTC
He had expected a bullet shot, or a stab of the knife, maybe a punch to the face if he was lucky.

He didn't expect to feel a warm hand on his forehead. He stiffened. Who was it? He tried to focus again, but he could only see a blur of colors, and...

"Kuro..."

Mother...

Half of him was brought back to reality when he heard a male's voice. Ka...

"Kadaj." He repeated the name slowly, familiarizing himself with the tone. He could only vaguely remember.

"Are they coming...?"

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ilymother May 16 2008, 19:49:26 UTC
Nodding quickly, he gripped onto Black Jack's hand, trying to help the man calm down. It wouldn't do if he passed out because he was panicking so much, but if he did, maybe he could go and find medicine to help him feel better. . .

But, if he left, would the doctor just get worse? Kadaj shut his eyes, trying to block out all the negative thoughts and just watched the other for a moment, his head tilting again.

``I'm sure,`` he replied, looking around the office. There wasn't anyone else in the room, unless they were hiding really well, but he probably would have heard them when he had come in.

The scream made him jump, his good arm still holding the other male up, but the other one jerking back some which sent a jolt of pain up his arm and into his shoulder, causing him to wince slightly. He shook it off, bringing the arm back up and placing it back over Black Jack's shoulder, gripping lightly.

He wasn't sure what to do; the yell had surprised him and he didn't know why the doctor was doing that.. ``I don't know what's going on, ( ... )

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kazama_kuroo May 16 2008, 20:11:35 UTC
Focus. Focus. He bit his lip, images flashing and changing and voices melding in and they won't stop they won't stop they won't stop--

He felt his entire body shudder, and, slowly, cautiously, he sat a little more upright. He stayed that way for a few seconds before he put his hand to his mouth and coughed.

The doctor took his hand away - and stared at it, horrified. There was blood. There was blood on his hand. But it couldn't be his... he knew that shade...

Only there wasn't any blood on his hand.

But that wasn't what he could see. He saw it clear as day. I couldn't save him. I couldn't...

He could only barely hear the teen's voice. "Dr. Honma..." he groaned, wanting to hold his head but could not, fearing he would turn his own hair crimson. I could not save him, just like I could not save...

He choked back a sob and whispered one word.

"Mother..."

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ilymother May 16 2008, 20:38:14 UTC
Just as he thought the other male was calming down, he looked down at the man's hand and raised an eyebrow in question; why was he staring at his hand like that? There was nothing on it. . .

He bit down on his lower lip, holding it between his teeth before he moved carefully and halted suddenly. Mother. ``...No, sir.`` Was all that he said before he moved to stand up, carefully laying the doctor back down onto his back, pushing papers aside when he did so.

Kadaj tried to stay calm, the thought of his Mother coming back to him, but he shook it off as best as possible. He had to help the doctor first! So, he went to the desk, eyeing all the scattered papers and rolling his eyes. Whatever happened, it looked like a train wreck ( ... )

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kazama_kuroo June 9 2008, 04:54:37 UTC
Help is coming.

And for some reason he was pulled back into the past - lying in pieces on that operating bed, faces staring at him, eyes wide with fear and terror and pity - "there's nothing we can do" he could remember them saying, and he remembered his torn heart sinking impossibly more as he thought of his mother and wondered if she was in the same condition, and it was his fault it happened, if only he hadn't run off and ...

No, they aren't just staring, there's a hand on your shoulder, someone is holding you up...

... goodness. Tsk tsk. Going crazy... in a place for crazy people? I expected more from you, Dr. Black Jack.

It hurt to even think about speaking, but he did, even if it meant he strained. "I... am not crazy, am I?"

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